Luyện nghe bài hát The Lost Children

Down the hall voices ring, their feet are on the run
Phantoms on the winter sky, they do come
Faded lips and eyes of blue, they're carried in the
Their laughter filled the countryside but they'll not again

All the games are ended now, their have been stilled
Their fathers the tools of war by which they all were killed
Their mothers made the uniforms, showing which side they on
And the young boys were the men for the guns to prey upon

You've seen the in the night, watched the Devil as he smiles
You've heard a mother's cry as she searches for her child
You've the lines of refugees, the faces of despair
And wondered at the wise men who seem to care

Goodbye, you children, God speed you on your way
Your little beds are empty now, your are put away
Your mother sings a lullaby as she at the floor
Your father builds more weapons and marches out more